Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Why I Write

The question comes to mind: just why do I write? It's been my dream since childhood, since I figured out that someone wrote those amazing stories that I read. But beyond that, why?

One reason I just discovered this morning. When I get to work, and while getting my morning mug of tea (yes, mug...at home I brew proper pots of tea, but at work, can't often)...I usually end up briefly chatting with my friend Sharon. As always, the question arises, how was your day/night yesterday? This morning, I found myself answering 'I had a good day yesterday.' Then as I walked down the long corridor through cubicleville, I found myself thinking, 'why did I answer that?' The work day yesterday, while productive, was a frustrating one. So why did I think my day was good?

Then I had it..the difference was that yesterday I spent time writing. All I did was to work on an article, maybe 20 minutes or so. But that was enough. When I spend time writing, I am happier. A bit of joy is released from my heart in the act of writing...and encompasses me.

So, now, realizing that, I will endevor to write daily. I know I can do that, because in November, I took part in NaNoWriMo, and wrote for 28 days out of 30. So, watch for new posts here on Tuesdays and Saturdays...and know that in between, I'm at my keyboard (or using my magical Scottish pen), and I am writing.